Chapter 8 · free to read
Sixth Petal, one supervisor, one warden watching me, and a curse rooting deeper every week. I thought the surprises were finished.
Real curse-work. Not academy theory. I had not seen bluebell binding since my mother's funeral.
A Bloombind does not miss. It selects. Which meant something had already decided, weeks before I ever raised my hand.
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